Across the football pitch
on this side of the rails
is wild fennel and long grass:
a jungle for snails.
There’s a wild damson tree,
hawthorn and crab apples,
where we lie, you and me,
below leafy dapples.
In summer there’s sunshine,
in winter there’s snow;
I love spring and autumn,
when trees bloom and glow.
Kim m. Russell, 2017
Images found on Pinterest and Flickr
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Celebrating Children’s Poetry – Dreaming with Stacie
Stacie wishes us all a Happy National Poetry Month and says that she would like to shine a light on children’s poetry because, along with music, it is what first sparked a fire in her to read, write and eventually pursue a lifelong career in the arts.
Stacie says that she always thought of poetry as a rainbow of not just colours but feelings, places and people. Today, as she reads poems, she still feels and experiences them, hears and imagines them in her mind, tastes their words on her tongue and feels their rhythms in her chest. As a mother, she loves sharing classic poems with her children, as well as poems from contemporary poets.
Which is why she is challenging us to write – or speak – or act! – or sing! – a poem that harkens back to our childhood imaginations. It may be of any theme or form we choose, but it must be as creative as possible.
I chose to write a kind of skipping rhyme about a place near the council maisonettes where we used to live when I was a child.
Leafy dapples and jungles for snails really lend a childhood like aura to this for me. Very lovely.
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Thanks Paul!
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This is such a beautiful nature inspired poem, Kim – and it brings images of a particularly English childhood that seems so beautiful. (Yes, I’m that American dreaming of the English countryside type of heaven!) I’ve lately been watching a BBC program that just became available here – Escape to the Country – and your descriptions of the wild hawthorn & fennel grass are spot on! Love “leafy dapple” too. Also love your ending, as the idea of trees glowing is such a magical one. Thanks for participating in my prompt! Happy April -Stacie
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Thank you, Stacie! I also enjoy ‘Escape to the Country’ although the properties are all out of our price range, not that I want to move as I love where we live. Thanks for the prompt!
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“a jungle for snails” — I love this, and have one in my back yard. They remind me to slow down, daily. I love them.
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When I was little, I thought snails were made into the old-fashioned sweets my grandparents enjoyed, old English humbugs, and I refused to try one!
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Wonderful! Just lovely.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Reblogged this on When Angels Fly.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!
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Welcome!
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One does not associate such a huge city with so pastoral a scene, but the parks and open land must be a joy.
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It was a big field to us but a small playing field to the cricketers, rugby teams and footballers who played on it. It was at the back of three blocks of council-owned maisonettes and was flanked by two very insalubrious alleyways (where we chased a flasher and were accosted by a man on a bike) and a railway line with a footbridge. We were always warned not to go near the railway line but that was where we found heaven!
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This is absolutely stunning ❤️ you made me feel like I was right there with you 😀
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In my head it’s like yesterday!
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This definitely reminds me of my childhood, where even the weirdest of places could become an imagination station.
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This definitely reminds me of my childhood, where the weirdest of places could become an imaginagion station.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Kerridwen!
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Marvelous!
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🙂
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I also liked South London, it’s a bit more peaceful and slow. Your poem sets the stage for that. Sort of like the South U.S. We stayed south, in the Vauxhall area, south still of the Borough Market in London. We also stayed in the St. John’s Wood area, old Beatle stomping ground, and liked that. Quite often we walked past Paul McCartney’s London home on the way to the tube. In the south, I like Greenwich and the Vauxhall City Animal Farm. Our stays were extended ones as our daughter and family lived there for five years, 2000 to 2015, working for BP there. She took SIL and two of our grandkids.
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My great grandfather owned a pub on Borough High Street before the war.It’s not there any more – I think it was bombed. My grandparents helped out behind the bar and when my mother was a baby, they left her upstairs with a dog and if she cried the dog came down to fetch someone from the bar!
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Gorgeous. Makes me feel the way “Watership Downs” makes me feel at the end. Wish I was there.
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I’m afraid it isn’t like that any more. 😦
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What a wonderful childhood memory. When my son lived in Blegium, they had the best snails on their garden walls.
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🙂
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This makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Outdoors is such a magic kingdom for a child.
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When I’m outdoors it makes me feel like a kid again!
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absolutely loved this!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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Gorgeous, and able to be enjoyed by anyone of any age.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Short sweet and with great feeling and images.
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Thank you, Sabio!
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Nice meter and rhyme especially the final four lines putting the seasons in proper perspective,
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Thank you, Frank!
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Thank you for sharing. 🙂
If you have time, please check out my latest post about Brick &Liquor Cocktail bar – https://tootinghustle.wordpress.com/2017/05/24/brick-and-liquor-in-review/ and let me know what you think!
Happy blogging! x
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Thank you for reading! I’ll be over to check out your latest post after dinner, in time for dVerse Poets Pub Form for All.
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